Running on a treadmill

My wonderful friend Tracey told me today that being pregnant is the equivalent of running on a treadmill all day every day. Except at the end I will not be able to compete in any races. That sure does explain why I want nothing to do with anyone after about 9pm - I'm toast. I'm still trying to figure out the balance of activity vs. rest that is good for me and for kiddo at the same time. The trouble is each day is a bit different.

We have a crib ordered and pretty much have the rest of the 'stuff' for Monkey figured out. I convinced my mom that she really wanted to go shopping for a new dresser for my room in Grafton and that it would be so great if my kid had the dresser that I had as a kid. So we are getting a great free dresser that matches the crib (which is very much not free). The Babies R Us and Target registries are done! Complete! Go find fun things to get for Monkey! :)

We are getting ready to head out to Colorado this Thursday. This will be a sort of combo trip for us - vacation and memorial for Jim. We'll get to see a bunch of family and spread his ashes as he wished. We'll also get to relax (pool here I come) and go to the hot springs in Glenwood, do some hiking and visit Aspen to see if we can go up our mountain. The one we got married at. Where all this Monkey business started (hahaha).

Here are some photos of me at 23/24 weeks. There is some wiggle room on where I am really and truly at in terms of weeks. I'm going with 23 actually which feels more realistic, but we'll see when kiddo thinks he's done in there.